I live with the constant thought of being lonely.
I'm often sad about my inability to get to love someone
and be loved back the way I deserve to be loved.
My unknown future love life haunts me everyday all day.
I fear the fact that I might never find "the one" for me.
I keep wondering about his face,
how does he look like, what kind of music does he listen to,
the color of his eyes and the way they might look at me.
I long for someone's touch, and
that very moment then two breaths collide after a soft kiss.
Daydreaming is a hobby for me,
but this time it's all about an empty romance.
I love somebody with nobody to love.
And I'm not really happy about it,
I cry most of the time when I'm by myself.
I'm by myself and I cry thinking about him.
That tall good looking guy with no face
or hair or voice.

Crying, loving, longing, wondering,
fearing, but living.